What colour would I describe my soul, blue or beige?
Not sure what stops me from getting incessant rage,
The way I found my way to Jesus was more than strange.
Nobody can really comprehend the things I've seen,
Never ask for attention, some demand a white beam.
Head kept under the radar is where I'd rather remain,
Psychosis will no longer have a firm and steady grip again.
I really feel for those who are stuck in the mental health system,
Those attacks come from outside the mind but who would listen?
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A most interesting write that to me says what one believes is the truth. Well done
Thank pal, much appreciated.
You are most welcome
Shaun, this hit me…there’s a raw honesty here that doesn’t try to soften itself. It feels lived-in, not performed. That tension between what you’ve seen and how you carry it now really lands. Well done, my friend. Happy Lord's Day to you, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, yeah God can stop the demons, mad as it sounds lol.
The last two lines are my favorite. Such a beautiful poem.
Much appreciated.
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